There is an ancient greek legend of a handsome young man named Narcissus.------There was a clear fountain, with water like silver... Hither came one day [Narcissus.] ...He stooped down to drink, and saw his own image in the water;
He stood gazing with admiration at those bright eyes, those locks curled... , the rounded cheeks, the ivory neck, the parted lips, and the glow of health and exercise over all.
He fell in love with himself.
He could not tear himself away; he lost all thought of food or rest, while he hovered over the brink of the fountain gazing upon his own image.
With this, and much more of the same kind, he cherished the flame that consumed him, so that by degrees he lost his color, his vigor...-----
I think that everyone is temped by a secret pool. It is the same pool that Narcissus found... the pool which harbors our secret obsession with ourselves. But as the tide of our self fascination rises we are deeper drawn into the lonely pool.
We end up isolated and alone.
The world does not revolve around me.
